After wearing the book, I broke the plot

In the Law Enforcing Hall, the record disciple took a sneak peek at Song Qi, and when he saw him, he quickly lowered his head and asked, "Name."

Song Qi said: "I don't have a surname yet, just a nickname, Sui Sui."

The disciple who took notes wrote it down on the notebook, and couldn't help but look at the teeth marks on Song Qi's face.

Song Qi raised his hand to cover it.

The record disciple looked at him with even more strange eyes, and asked after a while: "Whose door is this child hanging under now?"

"For the time being, let's be under the disciple of my master Obscure Moon Immortal." Because of his seniority, Song Qi is still not eligible to be confiscated as a disciple.

The disciple who recorded the matter said: "If it is an inner sect or a personal transmission, Immortal Master Miyue must come in person."

Song Qi: "Well, I will come later."

I have already taken Tuanzi to meet the master, so it is considered a disguised approval, right?

After receiving the sign and the introductory manual, he sat on the small bench outside and waited for his Xiaotuanzi to get sick again. When he reached out to touch it, his forehead was very hot.

Song Qi picked up Xiaotuanzi and walked towards the medicine garden. Halfway there, he remembered that the real Yishi could only cure immortals, but not mortal children, so Song Qi turned his head and ran back.

Xiaotuanzi nestled in his arms, climbed up Song Qi's neck in a daze, with mist in his eyes, and said softly, "Brother, I feel bad..."

Song Qi blamed himself for thinking that he didn't take good care of Xiaotuanzi that made him sick, what if this trip made him even more stupid.

Song Qi quickened his pace, and comforted him: "It's okay, I shouldn't die, at most, I'll be more stupid."

Xiaotuanzi: "..."

The mist in his eyes was instantly forced back.

And after Song Qi left the Law Enforcement Hall, all the disciples on duty in the Law Enforcement Hall gathered together, head to head, and the disciple who had just registered said in a low voice, "Did you see the teeth marks on the face of Senior Brother?"

"See, senior brother, is this a Taoist companion?"

A female disciple continued: "I don't know which junior sister is so lucky."

So rumors spread in the Xuanzhen sect, the source was originally: "The tooth marks on the face of the elder brother seem to be bitten by the elder sister-in-law."

The disciples in the inner sect spread the word: "The elder brother has a Taoist partner, and the elder sister-in-law is very fierce, and even bit his teeth on his face."

Then it spread to the outer sect: "Eldest brother even has a child, and the elder sister-in-law bit his teeth on his face and asked him to take the child back to the sect."

The last biography: "The child brought back by the elder brother is his son!"

Unaware of the direction of this incident, Song Qi returned to the residence with his "son" in his arms. Luo Shui and Meng Qinghe were no longer in the courtyard. Song Qi dug out a dusty medicine stove from the room, and took out some medicine for fever. Medicinal materials, therefore, started worrying.

The original owner had never learned how to refine medicine, so there was no such skill in the knowledge base that Song Qi inherited.

Xiaotuanzi sat on a small bench and supported his little head, his little face blushed watching Song Qi busy, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Song Qi didn't want to lose face in front of Xiaotuanzi, after all he was already a senior brother now.

So, Song Qi said: "Sui Sui, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Xiao Tuanzi lay sleepily on his stomach, shaking his little head.

Song Qi had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit cross-legged in front of the medicine stove, wrapping the medicinal materials with spiritual power and putting them in.

There are books on refining medicine in the study room at the back. He read it when he was bored, but he knew a little common sense. After trying to purify the medicine furnace with spiritual power, he closed his eyes and gathered Qi in Dantian, formed seals with his hands, and read the words from his memory. formula.

"The three fires are shining brightly, blazing in the furnace, using the ordinary fire that breathes, to arouse the real fire of the palace of life, and it begins!"

A violent wind blew up on the ground, the wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, black hair was flying in all directions, the mysteries of heaven and earth converged here, Song Qi opened his eyes happily, but: "..."

silence.

Only a few small flames appeared on the fingers, pure white, trembling, and would be blown out by the wind at any time.

Song Qi hurriedly covered the wind with one hand, and carefully sent the real fire into the furnace, but the frail little flame still couldn't withstand the ravages of the cold wind and went out.

Xiaotuanzi's low laughter came from behind.

Song Qi: To be laughed at by a fool!

This humiliation made Song Qi try a few more times without giving up. Sometimes the fire was too big, sometimes the fire was too small. It was not until half an hour later that a normal small flame was pinched out and successfully thrown into the medicine stove.

Refining elixir is another delicate subject. If the heat is not well controlled, the medicine will be burned to ashes. If the heat is too low, no pure medicine can be refined. Song Qi tried until the sun went down, wasting countless medicinal materials, and finally Practiced such a small drop.

Song Qi was happy, but the real fire could not be controlled well, and the furnace exploded.

There was a loud bang, before Song Qi was knocked unconscious by the falling pieces of the medicine cauldron, he swore in his heart: From now on, even if I jump from the top of Taihua, I will never touch the medicine stove!

Before he fell into a coma, Song Qi saw a piece of fiery red clothes flickering past, mixed in the flames soaring into the sky, almost making people think they were mistaken.

The red skirt, that's not what Meng Qinghe said...

Before he finished thinking, he fell into darkness.

Song Qi was dreaming, dreaming about some things before wearing the book.

He was a surgeon in his previous life, a surgeon who aspired to switch to internal medicine.

After the director of the hospital knew his ideal, he expressed his relief and was willing to give this young man who had just finished his internship and became a full-time employee a chance.

One day the director called him to a VIP ward and told him that if you can cure this internal medicine patient, it proves that you really have the ability, and I will transfer you to the internal medicine department.

In the dream, the patient couldn't see his face clearly, even men, women and children, it was like a ball of light indistinctly.

Song Qi was eager to try, and actively communicated with the patient. The patient didn't mention his illness at all from the beginning to the end, and only asked him to read a book.

And nonsense: "If you want to cure my illness, you have to find it from this book."

Song Qi in the dreamland turned to the first page and woke up the next second.

Song Qi sat up, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and panted heavily.

A small hand reached out and gently grabbed Song Qi's sleeve.

Turning his head to look, he saw a peach-blossom little face looking at him worriedly, his eyes were watery, like a puppy.

Song Qi groaned and said, "My medicine!"

Xiaotuanzi: "Brother, does your head still hurt?"

Song Qi corrected, "Call me brother!"

Xiaotuanzi rolled his eyes: "Senior brother."

However, as soon as he finished calling, Xiaotuanzi's body softened and he fell down.

Song Qi quickly picked him up and put him on the bed. When he touched his forehead, it was so hot that he could steam an egg.

Song Qi put on his outer robe and ran to the medicine garden, even if the medicine made by Master Yishi could not be eaten by mortal children, he would not care about it.

Passing by the dressing mirror in the room, Song Qi caught a glimpse of his current image, his face was smudged gray by the smoke, his hairstyle was afro, his white clothes were torn from the real fire, and there were holes everywhere.

With this appearance, you can't go out.

If there was a zoo here, he would probably be sent in as a chimpanzee.

Song Qi withdrew his stepping foot.

Back in the room, Song Qi pinched a sound transmission talisman in a hurry, and asked the fourth junior brother Qiu He to go to Yishi Zhenren to get a pair of fever medicine with low potency and no harm to ordinary people.

The sound-transmitting talisman turned into a white crane and flew out. Song Qi tidied himself up briefly, and after repairing the burnt-out room with the Restoration Art, Qiu He came with the medicine.

There was still smoke in the room, so Qiu He stepped into the door, looked around curiously, and said happily, "Brother, are you studying cannon-balls?"

Song Qi asked, "Where's the medicine?"

Qiu He handed him a small bottle, and said: "The young disciples in the sect take this kind of medicine, one pill at a time, you crush the pill and dilute it with water, just feed it in."

Song Qi took it and did as he did, Qiu He went to the bedside and glanced at Xiaotuanzi, recalling the rumors he had heard along the way, couldn't help asking curiously: "Eldest brother, is this really your son?"

Song Qi: "???"

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then remembered what the ancients often said: A foster father is half a father.

He pondered: "It should be... it can be counted."

Qiu He was also happy to hear the rumors, and didn't believe that his elder brother would be enlightened, so he joked: "Which elder's disciple is your son worshiping?"

Song Qi mixed the pills into water to dilute them, helped Xiao Tuanzi pinch his mouth and poured it in, while saying, "We are under the master's family."

Qiu He was overjoyed: "That's the junior brother!"

Seeing Song Qi's rude posture of feeding medicine, Wei Lie said sympathetically, "It's not unreasonable for the younger brother to get sick."

However, after feeding the medicine and waiting for a long time, there was no improvement. Qiu He took Song Qi to chat for a long time and was called away by some chores. Song Qi was the only one left in the room. After struggling for a while, he crushed another pill and gave it to Xiaotuanzi Feed it in.

Once fed in, the comatose Xiaotuanzi's face was red and smoking, and two nosebleeds flowed from his nose.

Song Qi: "!!!"

Hastily wiping it clean, Song Qi sat far away, pretending nothing happened.

Footsteps were heard outside the door, Luo Shui pushed the door open, and said to Song Qi: "Senior Brother Song, the Spirit Gathering Formation has been set up, please come over, let's cast spells together to set up a nine-fold evil calamity."

Trapped Demon Calamity, created by Da Neng in the early ancient times, is used to induce thunder and lightning from heaven and earth to slay demons. Anyone who has a trace of demonic energy on their body will be wiped out as soon as Trapped Demon Calamity is struck.

Song Qi was too lazy to move, and refused: "Sui Sui is sick, I have to stay and watch him, mortal children's bodies are very fragile."

Luo Shui said: "My junior sister knows some Qihuang techniques. She was a disciple of Yao Lao's sect before stepping into the cultivation world. I asked her to come and guard."

Song Qi hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was really useless for him to be guarded by a surgeon, so he agreed.

Follow Luoshui through flowers and willows, all the way to the small forest in the back mountain, and stop in front of a Lingtan.

Luo Shui explained: "Water melts and connects all things, and it is the most capable of gathering spirits. Therefore, we set up the gathering array here so that it can play its greatest role."

Song Qi flattered a few words without distraction: "Junior Brother Luo is really smart, with your scheme, you will definitely be able to take down that monster!"

In the night, Luo Shui had an imperceptible blush on his face, and said, "Senior Brother Song, thank you."

The disciple of Tianyin Sect guarding in front of the formation came over with a sword, saluted, and said: "There is nothing unusual at present, the Xuanzhen Sect has sent disciples to protect the Dharma, and please ask the young master to set up the tribulation formation."

Luo Shui nodded, and stood on one side with Song Qi and the disciples of the Tianyin Sect, and worked together to cast spells to induce the weather of the heaven and earth, and set up nine levels of calamity.

The Trapped Demon Tribulation took a lot of energy, and the formation was not completed until the spiritual power was exhausted. The Tianyin Sect disciple even vomited a mouthful of blood halfway, and was replaced by someone else.

After setting up the formation, Song Qi lazily sat under the tree and beat his back to rest.

As expected of the protagonist, the protagonist didn't even take a breath, handed a silk scarf to Song Qi, and said: "The Spirit Gathering Formation needs a young disciple with advanced cultivation to sit in command, so as to activate the spiritual energy to attract the monster."

An ominous premonition rose in Song Qi's heart.

Luo Shui apologized, "Because I have been dealing with that monster for many days, he recognized my aura, so the elders of your sect suggested that Brother Song's cultivation base is unpredictable, so it is most suitable to be used as bait."

Song Qi: "???"

Is this silk scarf used to wipe his tears?